Feyra stepped outside and carried her leather clothes on her arm. They were still drenched, dripping some water occasionally.
The rain had stopped in that time, making it easier for them. "Great..." Feyra complained, feeling a chill run over her body.
Although it was still summer, she didn't like walking around half drenched.
Huo Cheng didn't look pleased either and strutted away to a man chopping wood. "Excuse me, Sir?"
"Hm? Oh Governor. What can I help you with?" The man bowed down before standing straight again.
"We would need a place to dry and rest."
The man nodded and waved them all after him. They walked a little through the village until they stopped in front of a big house.
"Our small teahouse acts also as an inn. Please, make yourselves comfortable."
He then turned around and went back to his work. Huo Cheng entered and looked at his companions. "We would like to have three rooms."
"I'm sorry, we only have two rooms left," the receptionist said, bowing her head.
